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"Julie, this is Sonjah's friend . . . ," the call began, "the one who is buying direct from a neighbor in my building near the lake . . . we're using his lawyer." (Ah, yes, that one.) "He didn't want to work with a Realtor to save the commission," she added for good measure, "remember?"
(How could I forget?)
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 On Wednesday night I met a friend at Miss Ollie's at Swan's Market for some overdue "girl time" and we ran into a third friend at the bar who joined us for tea (a perfect presentation). While we dined on delicious fried chicken (gluten free no less) and a Creole salad with mangoes (yum), we began to reminisce about our early days as young adults and our respective wish lists, as in, "When I grow up . . ."
 My sister's little terrier mix, Bridget, has a funny way of showing up in our marketing photos. She's like, "Where's Waldo?" (The dog, not my sister.) If you carefully look at my listing brochures, you'll usually find Bridget tucked away on a bench or a sofa, or parked at the top of the stairs. She's not a dog, she's a ham. I'm definitely noticing a theme . . .
Like many of you, I was intrigued by the recent eclipse. So when an unexpected invitation arrived from old friends who own a BIG house on a pretty little river in McCall, Idaho, suggesting we join them for the viewing, I couldn't pass it up. (Unfortunately, Cliff had to stay behind to teach at Bolt.)
Unlike my GRUBB Co. colleague, Mavis, who had been planning her trip up north for months, my scientific interest had been merely peripheral as in: "Oh, an eclipse? Why not?" However, my hostess, Cindy, was totally into it; so much so that she registered online as a "NASA Global Citizen Scientist." (Even the title sounds cool.) |
AuthorJulie Gardner, has been writing The Perspective for 17 years and has published more than 650 essays. She is also a frequent contributor to the Sound Off column in the Real Estate section of The San Francisco Chronicle. 
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